Death was a strange thing.
A numb feeling.
An overwhelming sense of darkness. And a lack of presence or direction.
It was strange and off-putting indeed.
Nero thought to himself.
A drop of moisture landed on his face.
Nero's brows twitched.
Then his lashes.
Finally, his eyes opened, their golden depths struggling to adjust to the ambient darkness.
'Where...'
His entire body was numb.
He tried to recall what had happened.
'That's right. I fell into the ravine.'
From what he had seen, the ravine had been rather deep, like the entrance to Tartarus itself.
'Why am I not dead?' he questioned a moment later.
By all means, even if he didn't die due to his wounds, he should have definitely died from the fall.
It didn't make sense.
He tried to rise up, but found he couldn't.
Not just because the corpse of the Shadow Stalker was upon him, but also because his entire body was cold, damaged and unresponsive.
